But there was no reason to feel ashamed of thrusting her cotton gusset into the air. Because there was nobody else in the room. There was nobody there. There was nobody there to rescue her in the moment of dire need. There was nobody to hear her final pleas for help.
But Ada was not alone. No. Two undead things made short work of her slender supple body. The body that was dressed all too impractically in that ridiculous satin red dress and those laughably vapor thin black pantyhose. All the support in the world promised on a cardboard box couldn't save her now.
And in the gloaming at the top of the stairs, another watched it all transpire. Eight eyes observed the chic operative in the red dress enter the Mansion on her search. They witnessed her engage with the residents. They noted her tactical mistakes, her choices, or just her bad luck, that led to the furiously rapid outcome unfolding now. Whatever the girl's mission was, she belonged to the Mansion now.
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